So I’m craning my neck, covered in jelly (warmed today, nice touch) with an uncomfortably full bladder, trying to see the action. I still don’t know why it has to be full, the last sonographer said it was because we had to get a good look ‘down there’ as if I would know what that meant. Today’s had short bright red hair and bling jewels in her teeth, seemed to enjoy her job, and was quite unphased by my endless curiosity. The first kept cursing her useless printer, all the time with a sour look, and told us our babies weren’t identical which isn’t necessarily the case – lucky I have the interweb and can put the professionals straight. It was the end of the day and she had certainly had enough.
We have two fine babies. Each as large as would be expected for singletons, and weighing 2lb and 1.9lb each. I don’t know how long they are because I can’t read Mrs Sparkletooth’s writing. The heavier one’s coming out first, and they’re still girls. We are all in fine shape.
Paul dressed up today. I though he must have a client coming later. I asked him who he was seeing and he said his daughters. He wore a checked country shirt tucked into those black trousers with porridge on that make his waist look even slimmer, and his best shoes which even clients don’t always get these days. He told the nurses he was my husband.